After the day is over
And the thrush begins lullabies.
I need to escape from this tiredness
By going into sweet delight.
Softly like heaven's fleece
Those eyelids close in thought.
I'm in a state so easily forgettable
Yet one that I like the most.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
After the day is over
And the thrush begins lullabies.
I need to escape from this tiredness
By going into sweet delight.
Softly like heaven's fleece
Those eyelids close in thought.
I'm in a state so easily forgettable
Yet one that I like the most.